When we moved to our current home, it was the first time my husband’s princess, Vala, had a view other than woods. There was a road that an occasional car went by. Once in a while an elderly lady walked her dog by. Occasionally ‘Santa’ would go past on a bicycle. Supposedly to lose weight but his pace is so sedate his bushy white beard barely stirs.
That whole new world became hers to give loud commentary on. Squirrel? Bird? Her own cat sitting on his own porch? Everything was announced. And not only did she bark, she also body-slammed the huge picture window. One day I watched her hit the window so hard she actually did a backflip off the window onto the floor. Obviously that was a serious safety issue that couldn’t continue.
And of course that barking infuriated me. She wouldn’t listen, she wouldn’t stop, the more I yelled the worse she got…until a friend explained how a dog’s brain worked. That she didn’t equate my yelling with her barking. That in her mind there was this horrible thing in the yard that she told me about and then I got upset so that must be a REALLY HORRIBLE thing that needed more announcing.
Needless to say it took a bit to retrain both of us. My husband also built a big sturdy gate to keep her away from the window. The fact that she quickly learned to open the gate is another story.
At this point, she knows to bark and tell us something is going on, but she’s much better at stopping when told. She only body-slams the window when her arch nemesis goes by, but that’s also another story.
And I have learned to interpret her many barks so I also no longer need to rush to the window to see what is going on. Remember, we live in a community of maybe twenty-five people. Not a lot goes on even on a busy day. But when she barked, I had to run. Like I said, we’ve both needed training.
There is a rather sedate bark that says somebody is going for a walk. There’s a more high-pitched bark that says ‘Zoe is out again!’ That’s come in handy because Zoe is the neighbor’s dog who isn’t supposed to be out again.
And there’s the frantic OH MY GOD IT’S THE UPS MAN!!! bark followed by the OH MY GOD HE’S COMING TO THE DOOR!!! extremely more frantic bark.
The UPS driver is terrified of her. She’s a Rottweiler and she’s barking madly at the window. I keep telling him to trust me enough to allow me to open the door. Because once the door is open, her job of alerting us is done and she loves everyone. Seriously. She’s a sweet girl. She is most emphatically not the guard dog in our family. That job belongs to our old lumpy girl, Arwen.
Matter of fact, the one and only time in Vala’s life when she actually listened to me and came immediately when I called was when she was running from a bear. She flew right inside the cabin then turned as if to say ‘hope you’ll be okay out there’.
But anyway, the UPS guy doesn’t trust me. He now stands out near the street and waits for me to come to him. I hate it when my husband orders something heavy.
So for the past week we’ve been down with the flu, which triggers latent asthma so I end up sleeping sitting up. A couple nights ago I was out in the living room sleeping in the recliner, when I woke up about three a.m. to an odd sound.
Vala was growling.
No barking, no dramatic body-slamming. Just this actually quite sinister sounding growl. I’d never heard her do that before. So, a bit nervously, I peeked out the curtain. And saw nothing. But she was on her perch, staring out the window, and still growling. I waited and watched. And here, coming through the trees and into the front yard was a lone coyote. I hit the porch light and it took off, and all was fine.
I realized two things from that odd little moment.
- When Vala is barking her fool head off and body-slamming the windows, it’s all for show. Maybe even just a show for us so we believe she’s doing her job.
- Or maybe there is a little guard dog inside her and maybe when she’s being quiet is when we need to pay attention.
Or more likely, she was being so quiet because that was the one thing she didn’t want noticing her.
8 thoughts on “The Language of Barks”
lol, those two!! ❤ Love this post, its so you!! 🙂
the thought of quietly growling Vala gave me the shivers…..
And when I read the title to this post I thought it was about trees and headed off into a long wonder about the language of barks…
Oh, I love that! There is a language to the barks of trees. My favorite being the yew. Closely followed by maple trees with their kind gesture of letting licorice root walk around on them.
aww reminds me Rommel, my old Rottie, loved the post 🙂
Vala is our second Rottie. Our first was the best behaved dog we’ve ever had. Which is not a reflection on the owner or training but a reflection on the dog himself.
Yes. Our Rottie was a good boy. A bit of an escape artist and loved to chase. Arg. Lol. And was the perfect watch dog. People were scared to death of him because he would act like he would tear you to peices if he did not know you. I would just say ” he is really a big baby you just have to put your hand out toward him and let him sniff you, and the password is his name” not many wanted to do that lol.
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You have such creative names for you fur babies. I love both Vala and Arwen. I laughed when I read the caption to Arwen being on the table. I’ve long known my Zoey has been getting on our kitchen table when I leave to take my son to school from the dirtiness of it when I return, but I’ve never caught her in the act. I’ve thought of setting up my camera to take photos while I’m away to see how she gets up there, she’s pretty old and I’m good at pushing the chairs in before I leave.
Vala is quite the character. Hurling herself at a picture window does make you wonder at what’s going on in that head of hers, but like you said, it’s probably for show. My Zoey hangs out on the porch when outside until my husband or myself walk outside and then she makes a mad dash for the yard growling and snarling after some invisible squirrel. Making sure we see her doing her job. They are something else aren’t they? I love life with animals.
We used to have a beautiful long haired Siberian Husky named Banshee and she was ferocious looking. People wouldn’t get out of their car with her at the end of the driveway. But little did they know, she’d be sitting in the seat next to them had they opened the door. She never barked, however she did have her own language of yowls and howls that we learned.
I love your stories Lisa. You always inspire me to tell my stories.
And such good stories they are, too. Thanks for sharing. Vala got her name because my husband and son liked a character named Vala on the Stargate series. And Arwen got her name as a tribute to my dog soul-mate. An Irish wolfhound named Strider. His papered name was August Hawthorne’s Aragorn. ‘Aragorn’ was added because the husband and son were huge Lord of the Rings fans. And of course Aragorn’s nickname was Strider, which seemed perfect for a big wolfie. When he passed, my son adopted Arwen from the pound and wanted to name her something that would be a tribute to Strider’s passing. In the books Arwen is this so-feminine elf. Arwen the dog is anything but. She’s the tough guard dog that will take on anything. Then there was our Boxer, Luke, who’s papered name was Skywalker von Stowe because my husband and son were huge Star Wars fans…sensing a theme in animal naming?
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